Chapter 4 Panicked

"Pardon my carelessness, Young Master Devon," the woman softly mumbled as she scurried away in fright.

No one paid her any attention since all eyes were fixed on the figure sitting in the center of the enormous leather couch.

Bienley took in the scene in front of him before meeting the set of piercing gray eyes that were staring at him.

Their gazes duel in silence before he heaved a sigh. Conceding to the newcomer's tacit dominance, he stands up and prepares to leave.

Without urgency, he straightened his stiff limbs and placed his hands inside his pockets. He stood still for a moment, facing the person who made his palm sweat and his heart race. But he would rather be swallowed by the ground than reveal his distress.

With his unhurried steps, he made way towards Devon and his entourage. But he came to a halt in front of his imposing frame that was blocking his path. His calm gaze is fixed on the same set of gray orbs.

"I am not here to cause trouble. I was mistakenly ushered here, but if you could clear the way, I would leave like nothing happened" he calmly said, waiting for him to step aside.

However, he received no response other than an intense stare into his eyes.

"Too late, Mr. Casanova" after the long silence, he muttered with an ominous smirk carving his lips.

Bienley raised a brow, despite his racing heart, he appeared unfazed.

"Why don't you grace our night with your impeccable presence?" He gestured for the couch Bienley just vacated.

"Tsk" Bienley scoffed and clicked his tongue, dubious of the offer.

"I can see no fun here" he looked back at the empty lounge, sniggering.

"You shooed away the fun" he added with a shrug.

"No girls are allowed to enter this lounge," Devon said, his voice hardening as his already grim expression darkened.

"Then, I will be off now" Bienley, looking bored, quickly dismissed and stepped aside to escape.

However, to his surprise, he followed suit, blocking him once again.

Devon's action triggered him. Their gazes clash with his narrowed eyes.

"Do not make me ask you twice," Devon murmured with a clinched jaw, his tone annoying Bienley.

"As I have said, I am not looking for trouble. I have never touched your friend's girl. I left after confronting her about having a boyfriend" believing that Devon and his friends still have a grudge against him, he explains.

"Vanessa broke up with Ryle. She got angry after losing her chance to spend a night with the Casanova" Someone spoke, making Bienley turn to its direction.

"I don't fuck someone else's girl. Anyway, she don't deserve your friend" Bienley shrugged, unbothered.

"Then join us for a drink. Anyway, you saved our friend from potential heartache" Devon snorted, but his countenance did not disclose whether or not he was convinced.

With several pairs of eyes directed at him, he pondered with the invitation. Aside from the strange feeling he was miserably trying to ignore caused by the guy with gray orbs, he had been fascinated by the place. He cannot pass up the opportunity to learn more about what makes it so famous and special.

"What is the worst that can happen if I drink with an enemy?" He directed his intent gaze to Devon.

"Just a hangover" Devon casually shrugged, making Bienley snort.

"No one will dare touch you while you're with me" Devon continued with a raised brow, seeming to reassure him. But he remained skeptical.

"Isn't it you I must be worried about?" He snickered while Devon chuckled.

"Don't worry Mr. Casanova, I will give you a fair chance. Never will I do anything without your consent" Devon smirked.

Bienley could not help but see the menacing glimmer in the guy's eyes. However, to his surprise, the discreet implication of what he said made his heart race with anticipation, which is bizarre.

"I do not trust an enemy, but I am curious about everything in here." Scared that the guy would hear the defeaning pounding of his heart, he turned away, ostensibly scanning the venue.

"Then, be my guest for tonight, Mr. Casanova" Devon gestured for the couch.

To escape the guy's intent attention, Bienley turned around and returned to his previous seat on the couch. Devon followed suit and sat next to him. The rest also took their seats, but kept a good distance away from him.

To Bienley's surprise, Devon sat far closer than expected. He tried to move aside surreptitiously to make room between them, but the guy shamelessly followed. They are too close for his peace of mind.

He turned to see what he was trying to do, but was just confronted by a calm gaze.

"Try this drink, it's not heavy on the system. No serious hangover in the morning." Devon handed him a glass and a bottle of liqueur.

Despite his perplexity of the guy's attentiveness, Bienley mindlessly accepted the half filled glass poured for him.

He took his first sip and before he realized it, he lost count of how many glasses he had.

"This is a great drink" already tipsy, he slurred while raising his glass, smiling at no one.

He was oblivious of the intense stare directed at him by the man next him. Even Devon's friends can't help but watch the beautiful guy loosening around them.

"This night will be more perfect with the company of gorgeous girls," Bienley declared, looked about, as if looking for someone special amid the crowd of guests.

"Let us invite them" while squinting his eyes, he sloppily pointed at one of the lounges where a group of girls were looking their way and giving them sultry smiles.

"We need some entertainment" he turned to Devon with his natural charming yet mischievous smile.

"No, we don't" Devon lean closer, his face an inch away from Bienley's.

"But, I do," he says drunkenly as he bump their foreheads, closing the small gap between them.

With his dazed state, Bienley closed his eyes, comforted by the hot breath fanning his skin. The smell of alcohol and a distinct minty scent filling his nostrils lulls him to sleep.

"I like girls...only girls..." he sleepily whispered while snuggling his face to Devon's.

Like a cat, he kept rubbing his forehead all over Devon's face, oblivious of what he was doing.

Devon just let Bienley, fully aware of the lips gracing his face.

"I don't like men. I don't like you. Do you understand?" Bienley slurred while biting his jaw.

"I can't hear you. Do you understand what I said?" He insisted after Devon remained quiet.

"Yes, I understand. You don't like men and you don't like me" Devon repeated while tilting his head upward to give Bienley easy access to his jaw.

"Correct. I don't like you" Bienley smiles drunkenly before he rested his head on Devon's shoulder.

"I don't like men, I don't like you. I am a Casanova and I only like chicks, not d*cks," he mumbled incoherently while tapping Devon's chest with his index finger.

"Are you trying to convince me, or yourself, Mr. Casanova?" Without a hint of amusement, Devon leaned closer to his ear and whispered.

Devon received no response except a heavy sigh, which made him smile. He has no idea whether the pale guy heard him, but he is well aware of what he is going through.

With a smile on his lips, he took a sip of his drink and watched him. He assumed he had fallen asleep.

"Hello, Von"

His attention shifted away from Bienley's sleeping face when he heard someone called his name.

"Care for an ass tonight, Von? But you appeared to have a date already" A guy leans against the lounge's entryway with his gaze directed at Bienley.

"What a beautiful man. He is stunning and I can never compete with his beauty" he muttered with a lingering look at Bienley.

"What an excellent catch, Von. I wonder if I could have both of you" he shamelessly added, turning to look at Devon.

Devon, on the other hand, responded to his seduction with a gloomy and unamused expression.

"Leave before I erase that foolish grin on your face with my foot, Judah." Max exclaimed irritatedly, beating Devon into it.

"Come on, Max. We all know Von's voracious appetite for an ass. I doubt this poor guy could withstand his fervor. But I am here to serve him well with my expert ass" Judah invitingly grinned, but quickly cowered when Devon gave him a deathly stare.

"No, you cannot!"

Before Devon or any of his friends could say anything, Bienley unceremoniously interjected.

A surprised look shifted to the pale guy, whose eyes remained closed while showing his displeasure by waving his index finger in front of him.

"You cannot have his d*ck! You will never have it ever" Bienley scowled and shook his head fiercely, despite his efforts to keep his eyes open.

While Judah was stunned, Devon and his friends are all amused.

"This d*ck!" To Devon's surprise, Bienley clutched the bump between his legs and squeezed the peaceful monster inside his pants.

"Urgh..." Devon gasped, grimacing from the unexpected discomfort.

"This d*ck will not be in anyone's ass" Still inebriated, Bienley glared at Devon, who hastily nodded his head to reassure him.

While Devon is focused on making Bienley relax so that he may free himself from his solid grip, his friends obstruct everyone's view and send Judah out from the lounge.

"Nobody could get close to you. Did you hear me?" He demanded, biting his jaw again.

"Yes, I heard you. I will not be going anywhere except here with you" Devon gently ran his fingers down Bienley's arm to calm him down.

He was quite bemused by Bienley's drunken outburst, but he find it adorable. It was an opportunity for him to take a peek of his emotions that he kept securely hidden while sober.

"Why? Do you want me just for yourself, Mr. Casanova?" Despite knowing Bienley was drunk, he can't help but delve into his thoughts. Whatever he says, whether true or not, he wants to hear it.

"Yes, because you should be mine," Bienley muttered, pressing their foreheads together.

Devon was more distracted by the red moist lips that were just an inch away from his own than by what Bienley was saying.

"But I don't like you. I should not like you" he continued to murmur, snuggling close to Devon's face.

His words do not match his actions, but Devon doesn't mind.

"I am not gay. But I want to see your d*ck" he whispered in frustration as he swiftly unzipped Devon's pants and slipped his hand inside.

"Oh, shit" Devon panicked.

****TBC****